#I can mostly see it in the three turbo ones

[barrel-of-bones-and-brain-worms]

Art summary for the year

Some months had more art than others

The summary base under the cut

I can't find who made this so if you do know please tell me so I can credit them

[tj-dragonblade]

[Connect 4 FIC] Shift to Overdrive

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: E Word Count: 2664 Tags: human AU, rich guy Dream, mechanic Hob, the garage doesn't feature in this one though, sartorial appreciation, oral sex, glass sex toy, anticipation, might count as edging?, nobody's coming just yet, hair pulling, Dream of the Endless is a Horny Little Weasel, Sandman Connect4 2024

Notes: For the @Sandman-Connect4 prompt Willpower - I started this in July while I was finishing Every Nerve Alive; Dream had a LOT of fantasies but this one in particular decided it wanted fulfilling and the Connect4 prompt gave me the perfect excuse to finish it. 🎉 Title taken from Turbo Lover by Judas Priest. Previously in the series, in case AO3 is down: Customer Service With Every Nerve Alive Loyalty Rewards Program

Summary: His beautiful mechanic in a bespoke suit is a tempting vision indeed and Dream is impatient on the limo ride home

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Dream gazes at Hob in his spread-legged sprawl on the seat across from him in the back of the limousine, and he wants.

It has been nearly three months since he waltzed his way into Matthew's Motor Repairs and seduced his beautiful mechanic, three months which have seen them coming together again and again. Their first dinner date had gone splendidly; Hob was indeed just as stunning dressed for a Michelin-starred restaurant as decked out in the grime of his garage and Dream had been more than ready to bend over for him again. His body had not been, however, in light of the use Hob had made of him the day before; Hob had instead sucked him off in the men's room after dinner, which was its own sort of filthy delight.

They have met up again and again, sometimes with no sex involved, but most often ending the date in Dream's bed. Hob has even begun to stay the night, which Dream finds both terrifying and delightful, but mostly convenient. He has restrained himself from lavishing gifts upon Hob at every turn, wary of putting him off, of being too much, but he cannot control the impulse entirely to buy things for Hob simply because he has the means. Their third dinner date had started with a visit to Dream's tailor to choose fabrics and take Hob's measurements; as nice as Hob looked in his own suit Dream knew he would look ten times more so in something tailored specifically to him, something that Dream could provide.

And he had been right. Today they had picked up the finished ensemble, and seeing it on Hob has been absolute torture of the most beautiful kind. It's a slim-fit single-breasted suit of a smoky grey silk-merino blend, notched lapels, side vents, flat-front trousers with no cuff, casually elegant without being overly formal. The shirt is a dark teal silk that complements Hob's skin tone beautifully; he has loosened his perfectly-coordinated grey tie and unbuttoned his collar and the way the clothing sits so perfectly on his body has Dream keyed up, aroused, anticipating.

The glass toy inside him helps nothing—but then, that was rather the point. He had known that Hob in bespoke clothing would fire his libido, that he would be ravenous for his beautiful mechanic after sharing his well-dressed company all evening, and he had ensured his own readiness by wearing the toy from the outset. He imagines Hob will be delighted, incredibly turned on, once he discovers it, and looks forward to making that revelation.

But first, they must get home. They had foregone dessert after dinner, eagerness for each other simmering close to the surface; Dream is thrilled that he can read the want in Hob's body language, the desire that Hob has for him. He is thrilled that they are three months in and Hob still finds him appealing, that Hob has yet to grow bored of him or his appetites.

He is not certain he can wait until they reach home, however, not when he can smell the faint waft of Hob's cologne in the close interior of the limo, not when Hob is sitting across from him with his legs casually spread and his arms stretched along the back of the seat. He's watching Dream with banked heat in those lovely dark eyes and a smile too kind to be called a smirk on his beautiful mouth; he is inviting, appealing, mouthwatering, and Dream finds he does not have the willpower to resist after all.

He pushes out of his own seat with a sultry roll down onto his knees, crawls across the short space between them as Hob's eyes widen.

"Dream?"

"I find myself in want of dessert, after all," Dream declares, pitching his voice low and warm in the way that he has learned makes Hob melt in his mouth, as it were. He places his hands on Hob's spread knees, slides them sensually up the smoky grey fabric of his trousers, of the suit Dream had commissioned specifically for him. He slides them about Hob's hips, tugs marginally. "Come here."

Hob swallows thickly, eyes locked to Dream's, and slouches his hips forward as directed.

"Thank you," Dream purrs, moving to open Hob's belt with precise sensual flicks of his fingers. He can see, feel, how Hob is growing in his trousers and it delights him. This beautiful man is so responsive, to him, so ready for any sexual service Dream might demand. It is heady, exhilarating, intoxicating, and he cannot imagine ever tiring of it.

With Hob's belt undone he moves next to the clasp and the zipper of his trousers, opening them with the same slow sensuality. Hob breathes a trembling sigh as Dream pulls apart the leaves of his fly, noses along the hardening length of him beneath silken teal bikini briefs that match his shirt.

"You smell divine, Hob Gadling," he breathes, against the head of Hob's prick within his underwear, and licks along the same path his nose had taken. The fabric is smooth and sensual against his tongue, and the strangled whimper that dies in Hob's throat when he does this is simply too delicious to pass up. So he does it again, and again, until Hob's underwear is soaked with Dream's saliva and Hob's prick is straining full beneath the wet silk.

"Dream," he pants, heated and breathless, but Dream is only just beginning.

He deftly plucks at the waistband of Hob's underwear, pulling it down enough to free Hob's cock but leaving his balls still contained. Hob is breathing hard and Dream takes a moment to simply admire the picture he makes like this, eyes dark and wanting, lip bitten red amongst the tidy scruff of his beard, prick standing tall in the open fly of his charcoal grey slacks—the slacks Dream had had tailored specifically for him, the dark teal shirttails and underwear framing his groin. A vision. A feast, delectable and tempting, and Dream will not deny himself the pleasure.

He draws the tip of his tongue up the underside of Hob's prick, all the way from base to crown, licking delicately off the end of it, and the desperate sound Hob makes is perfection.

"Delicious," Dream moans, and tilts to run his parted lips sideways up the same path, tongue working between. He is teasing himself in equal measure as Hob, but as much as he wants to swallow Hob down and suck him relentlessly dry, he does still intend to get properly fucked tonight and so he settles for this. He lifts his eyes to Hob's, angled from beneath his lashes, and laps delicately at the head of Hob's prick, mouth open, slow and showy. He dances his tongue in a leisurely waltz down Hob's shaft and back up, curls it lovingly around the drawn-back foreskin, flicks a teasing little lick across the slit. Hob's eyes are molten with want where they hold Dream's, and his arms are rigid in their perfectly-tailored suit jacket along the back of the seat, held taut with the effort of staying still while Dream samples him.

Dream is insanely aroused to have him this way; he is achingly hard in his own trousers, flexing eagerly around the toy inside him, turned on by the soft burr of the car's engine vibrating in the floor beneath his knees and the creak of the leather beneath Hob's fingertips. It is heady, thrilling, to put himself here beween Hob's legs and work him slowly into such a state.

Still, he would have more.

Flickering his tongue in deliberate patterns all over Hob's tip, still holding his eyes, he reaches up for Hob's hands—his strong, beautiful hands whose nail beds will never be quite free of the black stain his work has given them—and guides them to cradle his head, an insistent invitation.

With a whimper Hob strokes his hair back, pets it, combs into it; Dream delves into his slit and Hob's hands grasp tight, fisting into his hair and pulling just right. Dream moans his approval and then, with the prickling pressure at his scalp notching up his own arousal, clenching tight with excitement on the toy inside him, he sinks down onto Hob's cock with relish.

Hob cries out, catches the sound between his teeth and swallows it back, hips flexing abortively beneath Dream's hold. Dream smooths his hands up and down the sleek grey fabric of Hob's thighs, pushes them wider and bobs on his cock with eager relish. He suckles fiercely at the tip, whining hungrily as precome begins to well forth, satisfied little noises rising in his throat to taste Hob's pleasure. Hob's grip in his hair remains firm but Hob's hands tremble, taut with effort, a match for the rigid tension in his thighs as he struggles to keep still while Dream lavishes his prick with all the appreciation and savoring due such a delicacy.

He spends a long moment thus, gliding leisurely up and down on Hob's cock and mewling his muffled pleasure, Hob grunting and panting and trembling stiffly beneath his ardent attentions, and then:

"Dream—Dream, you're gonna make me come, holy shit—"

Dream draws back with reluctance, lets the head of Hob's prick rest against his lips as he purses them into a pout. "I am conflicted," he declares, pleased with the way Hob twitches as the words brush against him. "On the one hand, I want your come, quite badly. The taste of you has whet my appetite and I should like to continue my fervent worship at the altar of your magnificent cock until you spill your sweet offerings into my mouth."

Hob is panting, little whimpering breaths at the teasing brush of Dream's lips and the heat of his words, no doubt. Dream is pleased that Hob's hands remain fisted tight in his hair, exactly as he likes them. "On the other hand" —he shifts, rubs his cheek up and down along Hob's drooling prick before drawing away— "if you come for me now, then you cannot fuck me when we get home. And I am unfortunately desperate for a good hard seeing-to from my favorite bit of rough tonight." He lays his cheek against the inside of Hob's thigh, smearing a trace of pre-come on the smoky grey silk blend, holding Hob's gaze all the while.

Hob is breathing hard and heavy, his work-stained fingers trembling in Dream's hair; clearly he is striving for control. "Whatever you want, sweetheart, do as you please," he manages, suitably breathless. "I'm yours, I'm here for your pleasure, either way."

Oh, this man. Magnificent, in his generosity. Dream absolutely must keep him.

He lifts his head, moves so that his lips are poised to brush against the tip of Hob's prick. "Do not come, Hob."

Hob twitches, full-bodied, cock bumping against Dream's mouth, and the moan that leaves him is thin and reedy. Dream rubs his parted lips softly over the head, smearing precome in his wake, wound tight by the way Hob trembles and holds himself back.

"Tell me if I push you too close," he murmurs, then kisses over Hob's slit, laps at it with delicate little kittenish licks until Hob whines, a broken bitten-off sound, his hands flexing in Dream's hair. They clench and unclench as he pants harshly, his whole body strung taut. Dream backs off to give him reprieve, aware that he is teasing cruelly and equally aware that Hob will neither hold it against him nor find any fault with it, will play the game as Dream has asked simply because Dream asked.

He watches avidly as precome wells fresh in Hob's slit, licks it away as a droplet spills down the underside, Hob's whimper music to his greedy ears. He traces the tip of his tongue up and down Hob's shaft, relishing the sharp pressure where Hob's hands are fisted tight in his hair; he watches avidly as Hob struggles for control, struggles to hold his orgasm because Dream has asked him to.

He must keep this man.

He flexes impatiently around the toy inside him, shifts on his knees so that his slacks draw tighter against his hard cock. He is hungry, his entire body is ravenous for Hob, for the feast at his lips that he has barely sampled. He sucks Hob into his mouth and slides down as far as he can, watches Hob's face as he bobs slowly once, twice. He draws up until only the head remains in his mouth, licking at it delicately with the very end of his tongue, tracing patterns on the glans, teasing along the slit. Hob whimpers, chest heaving in his tailored silk shirt beneath his loosened tie, head tipped back, teeth sunk in his lip and hands tight in Dream's hair, still pulling deliciously exactly right.

Gorgeous—perfect—mine— Dream shivers, feels dampness seeping into his own underwear, clenches again and again on the toy inside him.

He cannot wait to trade it for the cock currently leaking in his mouth.

"Dream—love, please, you've got to stop—" Hob's voice is strained, desperate, but he makes no move to pull Dream back or otherwise enforce his words, clearly trusting Dream to listen; with reluctance, Dream removes his mouth from its pursuits. He is painfully hard in his own trousers, the toy in his arse a luscious tease; he is beyond ready, desperate to have Hob inside him. He is of half a mind to doff his damned clothing and climb into Hob's lap immediately, spread his knees on the leather seats and let Hob seize his hips, bounce him ruthlessly up to his peak and over. The thought of spending himself all over the tailored silk of Hob's shirt is heady, tantalizing, and he wants. He does not know if he can contain it, particularly when Hob's cock is directly before his face, precome seeping steadily from the slit—

The street lamps outside brighten abruptly and Dream glances up and out the window, recognizes his drive as the car slows.

"We are home," he announces, meeting Hob's eyes.

"Oh thank fuck—" Hob lets go of his hair and scrubs trembling hands over his own face unsteadily, breath heaving.

Dream gives one last heavy lick to Hob's cock, lingering over his slit for the taste of his precome and for the strangled noise Hob makes, then draws away and tucks Hob back into his silky teal-green underwear, re-zips his trousers.

Hob is still panting, hands raked through his own hair, eyes closed.

He is beautiful, and Dream cannot stop wanting him.

The car pulls to a stop as Dream retreats gracefully to his own seat, and he hears the driver climb out. He sees the fevered cast of Hob's wide dark eyes as he hastens to order himself before the limo door is opened; he feels the heat of Hob's gaze following him as he exits the car. He imagines Hob's lust like a fire at his back as Hob trails behind, a warm inexorable promise to consume Dream as soon as he allows him close.

Dream knows he is going to be pounced upon as soon as they are inside, railed until he is screaming and given everything he has wanted all night. His body throbs at the thought, well ready to be rid of his toy and filled by Hob instead. They won't even make it up to his bedroom, he is certain of it. Hob will fumble at their clothing with feverish need as they move through the house, shoving aside just enough to get the necessary bits exposed, will discover Dream's toy and relieve him of it, and then Dream will be cast upon Hob's ardent mercies against or over the nearest suitable surface until the fervor they have stoked all night is finally sated.

The walk to his front door has never felt longer.

= Started: 7/24/24 Drafted: 12/4/24 Posted: 12/5/24

[random-dragon-exe]

Okay, MAJOR SALT COMING! Also a long post!

So I have the Disney Villains tarot deck but before I go into the salt part of the post, let's go into the positives.

The cards have stunning art and each card is appropriately themed to the villain generally speaking about 98% of the time. (IMO).

Another positive is the roster of villains included. Seeing even a few minor/underrated villains is pretty cool and impressive.

Some examples of these villains include Bowler Hat Guy, Madame Mim, Madame Medusa, and possibly Yzma.

Now onto the salt.

As impressive as the span of villains is, two villains are absent who (IMO) deserved a card.

King Candy

Frollo

First, there are other villains absent, but I'm sticking to these two since I've seen these movies. Now going in order, it is an absolute SHAME (IMO) that King Candy doesn't have a card, but I have an idea of which card suits him best.

The King of Swords. Although this card is given to Scar, and I do love how it looks, I believe that King Candy deserved it.

Plus, Scar appears on like three other cards, so I think it's okay for him to appear three times (sorry Scar, I do love you too).

Anyway, I'm going to go into some detail as to why I believe King Candy/Turbo deserves the card by going into the meaning of it and how it relates to him.

I'll admit, I have a lot of points and can talk about this for days, but I'm going to condense them to 3-ish. I'll do the same for Frollo too in a part 2 post.

Going for a two in one here: The card is about being an authority who uses reason and their intelligence for good. while the reverse of this is being cunning to deceive people.

After Turbo hijacked Sugar Rush, he was very methodical about his approach to make it sound like he's their rightful ruler. He locked up their memories, then he fabricated the lie that she was a danger to their game. Turbo did his best to make sure nothing went unchecked and made sure to make the lie sound convincing to protect them (but mostly him). He's very strategic, and was able to come up with a plan to manipulate Ralph with 16 manipulation tactics in one go. He was even able to feign being concerned to play on Ralph's attachment to Vanellope.

I think the best line that best captures this aspect of the card is "Doing what's right, no matter what." AKA: He recognizes that it may sound harsh, but he makes his lies sound reasonable to protect his subjects and game.

The card also represents enjoying structure when upright. But it's controlling and oppressive in a need for order when reversed.

Turbo needs everything to be to be going his way, as he's a control freak.

Inserting the test animation here, he even says "You are a threat to my game, to the order I have maintained. And if there's one thing I can't abide, it's anything out of order!"

Also, the split-second something isn't in his control, he starts to fumble and break into either rage or nervously laughing. He's capable of coming off as cool and composed, but he's scared of being caught and it can cause him to lash out in anger (another aspect of the card).

Just as mentioned in the previous point, he made sure nothing went unchecked and made an entire world literally revolve around him. He can and WILL happily use all of his resources of excessive force he has like the cops, the Sugar Rush equivalent of S.W.A.T., and the fungeon to detain someone who stands in his way.

As a minor note, there's a line in the tarot guidebook that states the reverse of the card can represent "someone who needs to win at any cost." Which describes Turbo to a T. He not only wants attention but he's also extremely competitive. It's part of his programming, and it ties to his love for racing. To always come out on top and be #1. No matter who or what stands in his way.

That core drive (pun intended) was the cause of his villainy in the first place and earned him his infamous status in the arcade.

Okay, I don't want to sound too salty, but you can imagine my disappointment when King Candy didn't get a card.

Oh well, Its fine, I still love and use this deck.

So I guess we can call this the thrilling conclusion to the 3 part saga of including King Candy in Disney Villain merchandise.

Also as a sidenote: hypothetically if he did get this card, what would the imagery be?

I feel the card has the potential to get creative with the glitch effects. For example make it so that he's glitching between the Turbo appearance and the King Candy appearance. If we want to be a little cheeky, we could have it set in his castle, and out the window, we see a the cybug Ralph initially sent to SR flying outside a castle window. (similar to Hook's card as the crocodile is seen outside)

So basically, my interpretation would be a mix of these images and Captain Hook's card:

But, if anyone else has really cool ideas, I'd love to hear them! If you want, you could also draw it out to illustrate your point (pun intended) Honestly please do, I'd love to see other people's interpretations of this card for him. The possibilities are endless!

Join me in my antics next time when I analyze Frollo and and the card I think he should've gotten.

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Music Monday & WIP Tuesday

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Got three Hellaverse songs for my The UnTitledverse and Life, Despair & Monsters series and one FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, and since we're coming up on "No John January", I thought to might as well show off one final snippet of John right on this post before never mentioning him for a whole-ass month (instead the only Seed siblings to get that honor would be the rest of them, mostly his brothers, right up until "Only Faith February", where she's the only Seed to talk about).

Listen and read below the cut:

First song is for The UnTitled Ventures saga of The UnTitledverse, where I imagine Joaquin Lockwood would be singing this lullaby as an assurance to both Eveline and Elise that if anything were to happen to him, he'll make sure they will be fine. His daughters are pretty much his driving motivation in his decisions throughout this saga. Listen below:

"It always seems more quiet in the dark It always feels so stark How silence grows under the moon Constellations gone so soon

I used to think that I was bold I used to think love would be fun Now all my stories have been told except for one

As the stars start to align I hope you take it as a sign That you'll be okay Everything will be okay."

The next song is for my Hellaverse WIP Smile Tunes. Now in the scene this song takes place in, Krunk and Samuel are on a date at Ozzie's, but when Blitzø and Stolas are outed by Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, neither stand up for the IMP boss nor the Goetia Prince, in order to not be outed as dating, which a dramatic point for Krunk and his boss (as well as Krunk and the Morningstar's Royal Advisor he's dating). This sets up an arc that eventually pays off in this WIP's version of "Mastermind". [CW: This song involves references to sexual references]

"Is that Blitzo? So you're showin' your face? Hey, everybody, this guy's a total disgrace! Some nerve you've got to comment on a relationship Last I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!"

"Oh, Blitzo? I used to date him." ("Date him, date him!")

"Oh, Verosika, you're here."

"I'd stroke him, I'd fellate him ("Fellate him, fellate him!") Yeah, but when it was my turn ("My turn, my turn!") He did no reciprocatin' ("What a dick-bag!") A selfish imp in the sheets, and just as bad in the streets A reckless, heartbreaking freak!"

"Who's that at your table? Is your date a demon prince? Stolas, is that you?"

"Are you sleepin' with an imp?"

"Woo! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall You used to have a smokin' wife, a kid, you had it all I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up!"

And lastly, this song is a singing simplification of how Icarus manages to resolve the gap between him and Hatter, managing to reach a resolution where avatar and parasite can finally communicate with one another in their original WIP from my Life, Despair & Monsters series. And yes... it involved Icarus drinking a spiked tea that one of his alters, Xavier, left out for him in order to get both him and Hatter to speak to each other through their weird-ass dimension breaking connection. Since Moxxie's the only person singing in this song while Blitzø's part only involves dialogue, I though it was only necessary for Icarus/Hatter to since Moxxie's part:

[CW: References to recreational drug use and sexual references]

"Hatter*? I can't see you God, this smells awful! What's that music? Is that you? Is this a prank? Because I swear to-"**

"It is no prank, bitch!"

"Hey! Why do you sound like that?"

"Because you, my precious little bitch boy-"

"Stop it, Hatter*!"

"-are tripping balls!"

"No! What? How could this be? I've never tried acid, shrooms or DMT It's a bad trip, oy gevalt! Of course, Hatter*, this would be your fault!

My lungs are full of honesty Would you promise me That you won't judge?"

"Yes, bitch!"

"Not trying to divulge too much But I'm in too deep, so first of all

Fuck you!"

"What?!"

"This is just typical Well, two can play at this game of dismay 'Cause if I'm here where you're causing frustration*** Xavier and Hinode must be experiencing their own hallucinations!****

Why do you hurt me so?"*****

"I know!"

"Why must you push our friends away?"***** "I push my friends away!"

"Why does it seem like a recurring theme That you alienate with your toxic routine?"

"I don't know, eventually everyone goes!"

"'Cause you're thoughtless and cruel and you'll end up alone!"

"Why, Icarus*, why Have you held your true feelings inside?"

"I am scared of rejection!"

"Why, Icarus, why Do you reach so close for the sun?"******

"Because I'm an arrogant perfectioni- Wait a minute!"*******

"No need to hide We accept your true feelings, so promise me!"

"That I can do..." "...to be true!"

"The world is your anus so peg it with honesty!"

"Ugh..."

"I've been a jackass, it's true!"

"I've been a jackass, it's true!"

"But as soon as we're back to our normal selves."

"I will be a better friend than I was before!"

"Be better at speaking my mind!"

"And together, we can begin To become fine!"

[*Changed names to Icarus and Hatter since that's the focus. **Their not in Hell, so Satan's name wouldn't make sense. ***Since Icarus is only speaking to Hatter due to their shared connection being high enough, it wouldn't make sense for Hatter to be experiencing his own hallucinations when he's sharing it with Icarus, so just changed it to the reason below. ****Changed for the reasons above to Icarus noticing that Hatsukami and Xavier aren't with him and Hatter and makes the safe assumption that they're elsewhere in the recesses of his tripping mind. *****Changed it to collective pronouns (us/our) since Hatter's actions isn't just affecting Icarus. ******Icarus doesn't have a partner yet and also sex-averting so just changed it to a inside joke of his name. *******Icarus does not enjoy the joke that much despite being self-aware of the similarities between him and his famous namesake. >< Also Icarus saying "Ugh" towards Hatter's words is more an annoyed groan towards Hatter's lack of filter (where Icarus just finally gives up on trying to get Hatter to speak in a less vulgar manner) rather than the description of the action itself.]

Here's a WIP snippet for You're Almost Like Family where John finishes conversing with Silva at the gas station... before his loop restarts once more: [CW: Character death and minor description of gore]

The Deputy regarded him with a stoic mask, clearly processing the information he revealed to her.

It reminded John of Jacob in a way, but also of Faith, although the latter had a knack for copying qualities of the former.

The Deputy was quite a paranoid woman, as he's come to discover in these loops. She was, for the most part, closed-off to her allies, and held distrust towards strangers, even more so towards those she perceived as her enemies. She lacked belief in the Father and the Project long before she came to arrest his brother.

He was aware he had a hand in that, even if he doesn't know how. Although he wondered if this distrust went further back before even her arrival in the county.

The Deputy tapped her fingers against the belt around her hips, chewing against her cheek, before exhaling through her nose.

Moment of truth; did she believe him, or was he going to die a brutal death again? Though John was no longer a stranger to death, how the Deputy kills him was always a gamble of how much it was going to hurt.

Especially since she had no weapons, and there was a smashed plate nearby.

When her grey eyes gazed to him, she responded, "And I suppose since that directly goes against your family's whole mission of converting me to your cult, you'd want to inform me of this as soon as possible. Yeah, that weirdly makes too much sense."

John felt relief wash over him once more, his grin even more excited now that he's made actual progress. Though he wasn't finished yet, it was a step closer to his goal of saving her soul now that she believed him.

"Exactly," John told her, though toned his excitement down when she eyed him as if he was the strange one, "Now that we're on the same page, I want to propose a temporary truce between you and the Resistance in Holland Valley. Until this threat is successfully dealt with."

The Deputy raised a brow, inquiring, "And what makes you think this mystery killer is going to stick to Holland Valley?"

John didn't actually know. He's just been going off of what he's witnessed from previous loops. He doesn't actually have evidence to suggest most of her deaths were deliberate assassinations or sabotage.

However, what he did know is that wherever the Deputy was, her killer would likely be somewhere nearby.

He of course couldn't tell the Deputy any of this; the first time he told her, she called him a horrendous liar, and the last time he tried again, she outright told him she didn't believe him before attempting to escort him to the judgement of Fall's End... only to enter a truck that he could only guess had been planted with an explosion.

That... had been amongst his least pleasant memories in these loops.

And it wasn't like he could prove it to her. No matter what, the circumstances kept changing, too many factors were always shifting and it was rare for the Deputy to do or say the same thing twice as a result.

So instead John spoke as close to the truth as possible, if only to ease the Deputy's uncertainty, "Call it a hunch, dear. I've prosecuted and defended many in my time as an attorney, and if there's something I've learned about killers, they like to remain at a distance that isn't too far from their prey."

The Deputy did that curious little hum that he's always found endearing; it was short, too short for his liking, but he liked the sound of it. Made her seem beyond the remorseless killer full of wrath that his faithful had fallen to.

Thankfully, she didn't argue against his words.

"So a truce until we can dispatch whoever is after me?" she repeated his conditions, looking to him for confirmation, "That's it, right?"

While John was tempted into trying to push the Deputy into a deal that would benefit his family, he didn't want to fuck up this chance of gaining her cooperation in dealing with this threat.

Though John knew she'd be tempted in utilizing this in trying to gain her own conditions to her agreement, he decided to add.

"Yes, that's all I offer. Neither your rebellion nor my faithful will shed blood in this Valley. I'm unwilling to negotiate anything else until this threat is dealt with."

It'd do wonders for him if she'd stopped dying altogether.

She seemed displeased by that, and opened her mouth to argue.

Instead he retorted, "Besides, wouldn't you rather be alive if wanted to get Deputy Hudson back? I think it'd be counterintuitive if you wasted precious time better spent on hunting down your assassin."

She glared at him, but conceded in silence.

"Alright," she replied, reluctantly adding, "I'll agree to this truce. But I'm not sure how likely the Resistance will believe you. Do you have evidence on hand that could help better help us in convincing them?"

...Evidence?

John's previous joy was replaced by frustration at himself. How could I not have thought of that?!

"Uh, not on me, no," he admitted sheepishly, cringing at overlooking such an important detail, "But I'll gather it up back at the Ranch and Gate."

In other words, he was gonna have to quickly find something that would convince those sinner's to not disagree with his offer.

"I guess we'll rendezvous again when we do," the Deputy stated, and for that John could almost feel himself relax until she added, "But if it turns out to be an elaborate trap-"

John cut her off, "Yes, I understand, Deputy. I'm not going to deceive you into an ambush. You have my word."

The Deputy didn't seem completely convinced, and he suspected his word didn't mean much to her, but she was going to have to be satisfied with it.

"If that's all, I'm going to head back to Fall's End," the Deputy said, turning to leave. While John didn't believe Fall's End was the safest option for her, he knew he really can't do much about that.

He did think about using Bliss to incapacitate and bring her back to his Gate, but he ultimately decided against it; not only would he have a pissed-off Deputy who'd be even more resistant going after him, which could lead to Hudson's escape as well, but the assassin has proven to have an unfair expertise in infiltrating his family's troops.

It'd be a redundant effort on his part. At least with the Sinner's home base, the Deputy would be surrounded by her allies, and if she believes anything he's said thus far, would be on guard.

Though before she left, he couldn't help but ask one last question.

"You know, Deputy," John said, earning her attention, "I know neither of us are on the best of terms, but since it shouldn't be such a big deal to you, I'd appreciate it if you told me what your name is?"

Her brows furrowed as her expression shifted from confused to surprised realization, "You don't know what my name is?"

John blinked, cocking his head before shaking it, "No?"

"Hadn't Nancy, I don't know, given you my files beforehand?"

Ah, so she's assumed we knew she'd joined the force, John mused. Obviously she believed the arrest was an orchestrated ambush, and not God connecting their fates together. He'd clear up that misconception then.

"Nancy wasn't in a position to have access of such documents, I'm afraid. And given her role, she wouldn't have been able to inform us about your addition on the Marshal's taskforce," he informed her.

The Deputy hummed, looking to the side before her grey eyes returned to his blue, "And if I don't tell you?"

John just shrugged, "Then there's not much I can do then, is there, Deputy? Although, I have to ask, do you really want me to keep calling you Deputy for the remainder of the Reaping?"

She snorted, "I wouldn't have cared much until you kept pronouncing it that way."

He found offense to that, but refrained from making a comment as the Deputy looked down in contemplation, her stoic face giving away nothing.

When she looked back to him, his excitement was short-lived when he noticed a shadow enter through the station's door.

"It's-"

No words were quick enough to escape out of his throat when the back and front of the Deputy's skull exploded into chunks of flesh, brain and blood that sprayed onto him, with the bullet propelling through towards its next target.

John could see how it slowly made its way towards the bridge of his nose, the Deputy's fresh corpse limply falling forwards towards him at much the same pace.

He forced his eyes to gaze towards the assassin's figure, feeling the agonizing effects of the loop preparing his next restart.

He wondered if the assassin had followed him or the Deputy here, or if they had just been passing by.

Regardless, they had just nullified all his efforts to get to this point.

Desperate to not waste the remaining seconds left before either the bullet or the loop take him, he stared hard at the figure afar, their weapon drawn, so effortlessly quick, faster than he'd seen Silva draw her own.

He noticed the assassin was heavily draped in the Sinners usual clothing. And although difficult, John could also notice the unshaven stubble across the culprit's unfamiliar face.

John's eyes tried to capture more of what he saw of the assassin but the pounding ache once more resonated into his head as he-

The chapel's door's closed, indicating the Deputy and Joseph's departure, and all John could do to avoid falling off the podium behind his brother and sister again was reach for the wood behind him to steady his shaking legs.

He felt nauseous from being that close to such gore, but soon it was replaced with jubilation as he now learned of a new detail about the Deputy's killer.

But even that feeling didn't last when he realized where and when he was.

With no way to better process his raging frustration at his efforts being reduced to nothing, he articulated all of anger through one single word.

"FUCK!" he shouted, alarming Jacob and spooking Faith.

[smaller-comfort]

So how do you imagine snail love darts and necrontyr working/combining? Cause I am interested~

Aksjdhsk ahahaha oh god okay here we go

(Tumblr crashed on me three times while I tried to write this, but I will not let that stop me from rambling at length about snail sex, speculative xenobiology, and various ways that necrontyr get to be fucked up little guys.)

Okay. Some assumptions/general thoughts: necrontyr do not have "dual-use" reproductive/waste elimination systems (inferred from Trazyn's hilarious disgust at the idea, but honestly it would be entirely believable for him to have completely lost any and all memories of necrontyr biology). A lot of higher order animals do (they're efficient!), but you start to see ones that don't when you get down to bugs and marine creatures, so that's what kicked off this train of thought.

I'm assuming also there is relatively little sexual dimorphism among necrontyr (not for any particular reason, although my understanding is that actual female necrons are a relatively new thing in wh40k lore, so that fits). And finally, everyone constantly dying of turbo cancer has led to a 'throw everything but the kitchen sink at it' evolutionary approach to reproductive strategies.

Okay, now snails: they use the darts during courtship to deliver hormones that increase the likelihood of fertilizing their partner's eggs; after the several-hours-long mating dance, they'll exchange spermatophores. (Fun fact, the penis, copulatory canal, and dart sac are all located inside the genital pore, on the snail's head. Mating dances can involve a lot of biting.) Snails have bad aim, but it's not uncommon for both snails to end up getting stabbed during courtship.

"Copulatory canal" is a deeply unsexy phrase, btw. So are most words we use when talking about sex, unfortunately. *sigh*

Anyway. While many necrontyr do only have one set of functional reproductive organs by the time they reach adulthood (either because the other set was always vestigial or because it gets removed to reduce the spread of cancer), both sets are usually present in some fashion. Sterility would be fairly common, but medical technology is able to mitigate some of that; the lower classes, at least, need to be able to breed like rabbits to feed the war machine. Gender is mostly divorced from reproductive role by the time biotransference happens; in addition to male and female, there would have been at least one other normative gender, possibly two (to account for both null and multimodal genders). Gender fluidity would have been common and largely unremarkable for necrontyr. (It's still largely unremarkable for necrons, but it's not particularly common; they're mostly fixed with whatever gender they had at biotransference.)

Okay, so, love darts. Pretty much only ever used by nobles/the military, because in the upper classes of society, sex isn't about reproduction, it's about reinforcing social hierarchies. And necrontyr social hierarchies tend to be inherently about violence in one way or another. Sexual dominance is generally more about who gets stabbed with the dart than it is about which penis is going where. (That's still a factor, but it's secondary, since genital configurations/functionality can be a bit of a wildcard.) Snails take an egalitarian approach to sex; necrontyr categorically do not. Both parties consenting to be darted would be considered weird and perverted.

Kind of going off ancient greek/roman sexual mores here; it would be entirely unthinkable, for example, for Obyron to be the penetrative partner in either sense with Zahndrekh. (Then again, Zahndrekh is a shameless pervert.) Sex between two social equals is generally accompanied by an agreement- sometimes tacit, sometimes explicit- about not using the darts. Doing so would be an overt act of aggression. Often, to prevent any potential misunderstandings, they'll voluntarily empty their dart sacs ahead of time.

Forcing someone to empty their dart sac prior to sex is a pretty common form of sexual humiliation. When done voluntarily, it's a sign of submission or respect. (Darts usually have a refractory period of a few days, depending on the person's overall health. Single-chambered dart sacs are typical, but multiples aren't unheard of. Leads to occasional 'surprise! You thought I was submitting to you but now you're getting fucked instead' situations.)

The dart sac would be located in their mouths, under the tongue; it's meant to be ejected into the soft tissue of the mouth, but it's sharp enough to pierce the skin anywhere. (This does mean kissing can be Complicated, or at least somewhat subversive, depending on everyone's social standing.) Normally it gets broken down and absorbed by the recipient's body; pulling one out tends to be extremely uncomfortable/painful.

The exact cocktail of hormones and neurochemicals it injects the other person with would vary somewhat between individuals, but can potentially vary widely between dynasties or social classes due to genetic/geographic/cultural differences. Some might include a mild paralytic agent; some sort of euphoric effect is also common. (This is all in addition to the original function, which, uh. Is to make the recipient more likely to get pregnant.) The shape of the dart varies in a similar fashion, ranging from a straight, smooth bone spike to something more elaborate with barbs or fluting.

(A bloody mouth can signify a lot of things to necrontyr- in addition to violence or illness, it's also inherently erotic. Necrons who remember this try very, very hard not to think about it when confronted with Flayed Ones.)

(Yenekh: *very sexily smearing his mouth with blood and draping himself all over Oltyx*

Oltyx: *oblivious, can't stop thinking about how pretty Yenekh is*

The rest of the flayed ones: *still not sure why their king and his consort haven't fucked nasty in a pile of carrion yet. Maybe they need a bigger pile of carrion? Yes, that's probably it. They will take care of this for their beloved king.*)

Crypteks have their own social hierarchies within their conclaves, but they're usually not as concerned with sexual politics as nobles and the military tend to be. Most people believe that crypteks all lace their love darts with poison, and the crypteks don't try to discourage that assumption. Some of them probably do, tbh.

Necrons, of course, don't have genitalia, but they can still stab each other with love dart analogues- this ranges from things like executive buffer override packages sent via interstitial channel, to actually physically jamming a spike of necrodermis into a neural input node. (From a purely aesthetic/romantic standpoint I also like the idea of love darts constructed out of crystallized core flux. The first time Zahndrekh does that to Obyron he goes into complete cascade failure and takes several hours to reboot.)

If Orikan and Trazyn did have sex pre-biotransference, one of them would have darted the other without permission (probably accidentally, being that they are both intensely nerdy losers and thus Bad At Sex by necrontyr standards), setting off a sixty-five million year hate-sex feud that neither of them can even remember the origin of. Orikan would've gone after Trazyn's mouth with a pair of pliers at some point; joke's on him, Trazyn's into that.

(Trazyn does have a collection of necrontyr love darts in the archives- all of them ones he collected personally when he was alive. He has no absolutely no memory of slutting it up back in the day, though, and probably doesn't even realize what they are. Sannet, unfortunately, does remember, and wishes he didn't. He has had to put up with so, so much over the years.)

[you-cant-fuck-megaman]

YOU CAN'T FUCK ROBOMASTERS bc

1.MOSLTY THEY EVIL and the 1000% someone kills

2.They all warrior machine who don't have dirty functions

3.they not real😦‼️

most of them are actually not evil!

it's common knowledge that a lot of the robot masters are reprogrammed by Wily to do terrible things, but it's honestly staggering just how many of the RMs actually are not Wily-made or have anything to do with Wily at all. he's the exact kind of asshole to download someone's art, put his own signature on it, and reupload it as his own while reporting someone else for art theft. he even puts his own goddamn DWN number on them, as if he made them from the ground up!

when it comes to the overall roster of robot masters, his claim of ownership can go:

Megaman 1: mostly Light's 'bots. in the english translation, he worked on them with Light. outside of that, though, it's all Light, baby.

Megaman 2: his original OCs do not steal.

Megaman 3: Light and Wily working together

Megaman 4: Cossack, obv

Megaman 5: his original OCs do not steal

Megaman World V: not his. def. not his. they're from the far of future of the year 2000!

Megaman 6: people all over the world made 'em. also not his.

Megaman 7: like half and half? Junk Man, Spring Man, Slash Man, and Turbo Man is his, everything else is stolen.

Megaman 8: less than half. Frost Man is his, as is Grenade Man and Search Man. surprisingly, Clown Man is not his, despite Frost Man being built from leftover parts and that whole rigamarole about getting to see what his interior was like for the contest.

Megaman & Bass: less than half once again; only Ground Man, Burner Man, and Pirate Man. thing is, this number is actually zero if you consider the ones that King built to not be Wily's by proxy.

Megaman 9: Lightbots again.

Megaman 10: dudes from all over, stolen. none of them are Wily's design.

Megaman 11: stolen once again. none of them are Wily's design.

out of 13 fucking games, we have only about three of which wily can lay claim to as truly being his own. and i'm sure if we look at the expanded canon for all of the Robot Masters in spinoff games, we'd start seeing the number skew even further. in fact, that's something i'm probably gonna do at some point, making another datasheet like i did with the Mavericks.

[meltykarasu]

FFVII Advent Calendar 3: Week Three Update

Happy Winter Solstice! I'm back with week three's update.

As you can see, I'm at Disc 3 with three whole days to spare. This is the fastest I've gotten to this point, and to be honest, I don't have anything major in the sidequest territory I want to do — I got a gold chocobo and all the materia from that, I did the Battle Square for long enough to get Cloud's Omnislash, I have everyone's best weapons including Cloud's from defeating Ultimate WEAPON and all the goodies from the Ancient Forest. I've actually gotten two copies of the Contain materia by mastering the first one and the second one almost has Flare thanks to keeping it in Cid's triple growth Scimitar.

As for builds, Cloud has been built out with the Deathblow materia linked to Added Cut and HP Absorb with a side of Enemy Skills and Comet for fun. Cid is mostly a black mage with Contain linked to MP Turbo doing crazy damage — I may also hook that up to Quadra Magic and W-Magic for octuple damage. Yuffie has been lumped with most of the white mage materia since she and Cloud have the ribbons. She also has Mime, meaning I can dupe any given spell or attack with her. I've also got a backlog of good materia to give to a second party during the Bizarro fight later on.

I'll post again early-early-early on Christmas morning, hopefully victorious!

[ocean-blue-orchids]

Just reblogging this with the first few ideas that came to mind, hope you don’t mind! The idea of the twst cast suddenly having an excuse to go further with the eternal game of gay chicken that’s going on on campus is very funny . To me

-Ok actually i got carried away and even wrote some crackfic at the bottom uh. Sorry my multishipper romcom brain kinda took this and ran (let me know if this was too much to reblog and I can remove it!)

And absolutely none of this was properly proofread🌈

-Rook now has at least three boxes of Pocky on him at ALL times. He tried to get Vil to play with him, and when Vil made an excuse about “too much sugar and preservatives” Rook took it upon himself to bake an alternative . Somehow.

-Also he keeps showing up to Savanaclaw with the stuff and he keeps getting kicked out instantly.

-Kalim heard about the game during a pop music club meeting; the three of them played the game but it was mostly for jokes and giggles. He immediately ordered an insane amount of the candy to be shipped to Scarabia, which gave Jamil a heart attack when he saw the boxes arrive. Then everyone realized that Scarabia is WAY TOO HOT for a bunch of chocolate candy and one thing lead to another and now Kalim is hosting a party that night just to get rid of the boxes that didn’t fit in the fridge/freezer. It’s a huge hit! Jamil has never been more exhausted in his life. And yes Kalim does ask him to play the game, and Jamil really considers using snake whisperer just to get out of it. Mostly because he does NOT want to have that conversation at the moment.

-Jade and Floyd (especially Floyd) are enjoying this trend mostly because it’s an excuse to remind everyone that they have sharp teeth and they bite. Floyd asks Riddle to play the game but Riddle had the sense to say no, which bummed out Floyd. So they try it on Azul for the funsies and Azul gets bitten on the cheek mid game (by Jade) and scolds them for it.

-sPEAKING of Azul-pocky is now being sold at the Mostro Lounge! It’s absolutely overpriced and put into drinks, desserts, even on the side of some smaller snacks. Azul is making BANK-although he isn’t sure what to make of the copious amounts of pda happening at his fine establishment. But then he looks at this week’s earnings report and decides that this is fine actually.

-Oh and yes Azul does try to get Jamil to play with him. Jamil has a much easier time rejecting Azul compared to Kalim.

-Ace and Deuce…do I even have to say anything? They’re making their other two roommates annoyed because they just KEEP PLAYING THE DANG GAME. Get a room you two-and not a shared one! And yes they still insist this is just friendship activities.

-In general, the freshman that are close to the prefect are just constantly using the game as an excuse to get REALLY close to kissing. Cringe little freshman I hate them (I love them little bebos)

-Sweet tooth Ruggie is lowkey having a field day, btw. Free candy? And all he has to do is play gay chicken and loose? EASY. Nothing bad could ever come of this, probably. (The one exception to this is Rook. He doesn’t need to satisfy the sweet tooth THAT badly.)

-Riddle has checked to see if there are any rules related to this new trend... he triple checked, actually (he always does this when something gets popular on campus). The Queen of Hearts never said anything about gay chicken…but he still requests that if Cater is going to play the game with one of his clones, to please do it in his own room. Or just ask Trey to play with him, he’s right here after all! (Cater then immediately bolts it and runs away to his room).

-Cater has also found some pretzel sticks to use as a replacement for the sweet treat, because asking Trey to use his magic to make regular Pocky taste better is…frankly a little embarrassing for him to think about.

-Idia has been hiding in his room all week. Too many people have been playing that weird game! Don’t they know what personal space is!? He goes into “turbo stealth mode” which is actually just not going outside for three days straight. Ortho eventually drags him out to get an actual meal and sunlight-only for them to run into Rook, Pocky in hand. Idia decides he will be waiting this one out in his room from now on. He had his fill of weird advances back with that ghost bride, thank you very much.

-(He does mention it to his gaming buddy Red, who says it’s happening at his workplace as well! It must be really popular! Red also says he would like to play it with Gloomurai and Idia bluescreens.)

-It gets really chaotic on campus…games are being played everywhere and it’s almost getting comical-but it ends up disrupting class and straight up becomes a topic of a Housewarden meeting and oh no my hands are slipping and I’m writing oh woa

— — — — — — — — —

“Now…our first order of business today-our only order, really…is the game that is taking place on campus. I’m sure you are all aware of it?”

Looking at the various grimaces around the room, Crowley could tell this was a topic of concern for everyone. Or at least a topic of interest, albeit one that the students weren’t too eager to discuss with their Headmaster. Azul, who had kept a neutral expression so far, spoke first.

“The game itself isn’t the problem, yes? It’s just the disruption to daily activities that is causing an issue. I propose that we limit this game to certain areas on campus.”

Jade stood up and passed out pamphlets to the group before sitting back down beside Azul.

“The game is about eating candy, yes? So it makes sense to limit it to the two spots on campus where students tend to eat: the cafeteria and the Mostro Lounge.”

“That’s real convenient, ain’t it?”

Leona grunted as he shifted in his chair-not to sit up, but to make himself more comfortable.

“You’d own one of the only two places on campus where people can play the game-and you just happen to be selling tons of the candy they need, too.”

Azul didn’t seem bristled by the accusation-he’d heard worse.

“Well, we can’t just ban the game outright, it wouldn’t be effective. And while I may have gained some slight profit from selling that candy, it has turned my beloved lounge into a bit of a-“

“Hotspot for gay awakenings?”

Leona grinned as Azul’s practiced smile cracked just a bit.

“I was going to say that it had a more affectionate atmosphere than usual. I wanted to offer my lounge to Crowley, so that I could generously shoulder some of the burden of this new trend.”

Kalim finally noticed the tension between Leona and Azul, and decided to pipe up.

“How about we only let people play the game in the dorms?”

“That would be even more scandalous, Kalim.” Riddle hadn’t wanted to dignify this topic with his own input, but Kalim’s idea couldn’t stand.

“I’m not sure what experiences the rest of you have had, but we’ve had many Heartslaybul students express concern with copious displays of affection happening in their dorm spaces! It’s unacceptable to subject others to that every day.”

“Every day? What typea mutts are in *your* dorm, Riddle? Savanaclaw has been mostly problem free, of course. If your card soldiers are constantly getting kissy with each other, that seems like a “you” problem.”

Riddle’s face tint indicated that he was about to pop and potentially make a cutting remark about Leona’s abilities as Housewarden. Luckily, someone else cut through the conversation before he could properly explode.

“Leona…why are you so adamant about this issue? You tend to be half awake at most during these meetings, why the sudden interest?”

Malleus, who had by some miracle showed up to this meeting only five minutes late, was now the object of Leona’s ire.

“For once, you’re right. Normally I wouldn’t give a damn about a cringey kissy trend going on all over the campus-but someone here has taken it upon himself to make it my problem.”

“Oh! You are glaring at me now, Roi des Lions. Have I done something wrong?”

“For the love of-yes, you have. You keep showing up at our dorm trying to get people to play with you! I’ve seen you doing it all around campus too-I even saw you corner Raddish Sprout the other day.”

Idia’s tablet “spoke” for the first time all meeting.

“Please don’t drag me into this.”

“Ah…it is true. I’ve been fostering camaraderie between our classmates all week…I simply love seeing love…is that a crime?”

“Can it, Rook. No one is falling for your weirdo dramatics-“

“I wouldn’t call it that, Leona. He simply seems to be showing a deep passion for this game. It’s quite admirable to encourage our student body to bond the way he does…”

“No way you actually believe that shit. You’re just saying that to piss me off, aren’t you? What’s your deal with this game, huh? You just jealous of the others because no one has played with you yet? You wanna keep it around so you can ask the prefect to-“

“I’d advise that you watch your tongue, Leona. I doubt anyone has asked you to play this game as well. Perhaps you would feel more positive towards it if you were to play it?”

“What the hell are you talking about-ROOK. Sit down and put the Pocky away-Vil, curb your damn dog!”

Nothing of note got done at that Housewarden meeting.

— — — — — — — — —

-One other thing-Trein was complaining about the game disrupting class to Vargas, who was annoyed that everyone was eating so much muscle killing candy lately. When Crewel came into the lounge, box of Pocky in hand…he was quickly kicked out.

3am Finn thoughts

Okay but what if Twisted Wonderland...

You all with me?

...

What if Twisted Wonderland had a Pocky equivalent and Yuu got excited and told all The Group™ about The Pocky Game and so now it's the New Thing™ on campus and suddenly all the teachers are like...

Not that we have an issue with boys kissing other boys but...

Why are so many students kissing each other???

Also, if you wanna send ships in (can be reader/Yuu or regular) I can do either a drabble or headcanons of the ships doing the Pocky game. Just lemme know~

Also writers and artists feel free to do what you want with this but tag me with them so I can see creations~

[squirrellypoo]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @cloudsofbespin, @lesfleursrouges, and @showmey0urfangs

1. Are you named after anyone? First name, no, but my middle name is after my mother and grandmother's middle name.

2. When was the last time you cried? Honestly, I can't remember, but it was probably out of frustration rather than sadness.

3. Do you have kids? Technically, I have 12 in a freezer but the pandemic made us realise AW HELL NO we don't want kids so we'll probably let them expire next year. (Long story)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? It's practically my native language.

5. What sports do you play/have played? I played soccer/football as a little kid, then varsity softball, but I wasn't particularly good or passionate about either. I started running in my early 20s and discovered I was born for endurance sports. Like, the longer I go, the stronger I get (also it helps that I'm super stubborn). I've run 7 marathons and competed internationally on the track, but I prefer the runs long enough to require snacks. Like, I fucking love running for so many reasons. I cycle mostly for transportation but have done a few centuries, and enjoy Zwift (turbo). I hate yoga but have practiced Pilates regularly for 6+ years.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? I'm partially faceblind so I have to see someone a BUNCH of times and in context to recognise them, so I totally look for clothing and hairstyles first. I had to ask my Mom the other day what colour my Dad's eyes were as I couldn't picture him properly.

7. What's your eye color? Green/grey

8. Scary movies or happy endings?  Happy endings. Scary movies just make me unbearably anxious.

9. Any special talents? Dunno? I played flute for ten years so I can just pick one up now and sight read. Oh I'm great at belting out pop songs at karaoke. And I can pick a chicken carcass clean for leftovers better than anyone I know.

10. Where were you born? I'll answer the place and almost exact date with three words: Three Mile Island. Yes, in addition to consuming the blood of others to stay alive, I should also glow in the dark. Tell me I'm not the perfect vampire candidate!

11. What are your hobbies? sewing, running, karaoke, mixing cocktails, cooking, making adventures, exploring foreign supermarkets

12. Do you have pets? a total sweetheart of a black cat

13. How tall are you? 172cm (5'8") and I have freakishly long thighs

14. Favorite subject in school? Science. I have a degree in genetics, I just have never used it...

15. Dream job? Carol Cutshall's assistant. Just let me sew cool shit all day long, please? (I worked behind the scenes on The Great British Sewing Bee for a few seasons and it was a blast!)

I'm not tagging 15 mutuals because I find a sick pleasure in breaking chain letters and also cos I've only been on Tumblr for a few months and have no idea where it even lists who's following me. 🙃

[seat-safety-switch]

When I was a kid, a surprising number of my schemes revolved around forming a secret club. We’d have a clubhouse deep in the woods, I imagined, and a special handshake, and a code of honour. As an adult, I’ve reached this objective. Car enthusiasts naturally form into clubs, and I’m in a lot of them.

Don’t believe me? Biologists have studied the phenomenon extensively, although the research has dropped off in latter years due to lack of government funding and a perception of a lack of marketability by private industry. Here’s how it works. When you get a weird idiot working on a car in his or her garage, they will sometimes leave the garage door open.

Most people won’t ever notice what’s going on in that sad little domicile, but this attracts more weird idiots walking or driving by, who identify that the car is special, and often talk about their own cars. Then, the friends of both weird idiots show up, and after about a week you have either an organized crime group or a car club. The way to tell the difference is whether or not the occupants can quote every line from the first three The Fast and the Furious movies.

It’s not all free help wrenching and the occasional good deal on a super-uncommon part. No, there’s social obligations. Once you’re in the club, there’s a lot of club events to go to. Barbecues. Track days. Weddings. Stunt births. Bar mitzvahs. Barn-raisings. If you’re not careful, your entire social calendar can be filled up by talking about Hondas with a bunch of people wearing Honda hats, which leaves you with no time to fix your shitty project Honda. And this is okay sometimes, too. It’s certainly cheaper, although I do recommend putting a lock on your phone so that you can’t eBay a turbo kit while half in the bag and talking loudly about it with a guy you only know the forum username of. Mostly because it’s hard to read those little compressor maps while sauced.

So, if you have a car that people are enthusiastic about, why not join a club? You’ll soon have more friends than you know what to do with, especially if you have a pickup truck, trailer, or a lift. And if your car is a little boring, maybe show up to a club meet when you see one going on anyway. Chances are none of their cars worked, so everyone who went there had to drive to the meet with their significant others’ daily drivers instead.

[ruvviks]

>> oc name meanings

was tagged by @aartyom, thank you so much!! tagging @arklay, @morvaris, @reaperkiller, @steelport, @jillvalcntines, @swordcoasts, @faarkas, @ladybeniko, @aelyosos, @brujah, @eurodynamic, @strafethesesinners, @coffeebucko, @necro-hamster, @turbo-virgins, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @stacispratt, @shellibisshe, @blackreaches, @aceghosts, @awful-roffle, @furbyq, @radioactiveshitstorm, @dieselsardine and anyone else who wants to do this :D <3 rules: search and post the meaning of your ocs' names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too!

vincent >> "to conquer"

i picked this name because it's the "canon" name of male v and i really liked it :) i think the meaning of the name is interesting especially taking the whole "burning the city to the ground" thing of cyberpunk into consideration, and in a way it applies to vincent himself as well; though less of the "forcibly taking control" kind of conquering, and more of the "fears and worries" kind of conquering

v >> independence

this one is also interesting. obviously it's because of the game, but vincent decided to go by "v" because he did not actually get to pick his own name; his parents did for him after he came out as trans, and he hasn't really been able to pick something else himself so he introduces himself as "v" to be able to control who knows about his full name, and who doesn't

mayer >> "the name mayer is an occupational hereditary surname, a type of surname that was taken from a word describing or common to the profession of the original bearer. it is a name for a mayor, or elected head of the community"

gotta be honest with you chief i chose this one because i just thought it would go well with his first name LOL, it's interesting though because vincent is the protagonist of the whole story. doesn't necessarily have the same vibe as a mayor but there's something there. i can't really explain it you'll just have to feel the vibes

vitali >> "of life"

now this is the one that really makes me batshit insane. i personally picked it because i liked the sound of it and i'd been waiting for an oc to come along worthy enough to carry the name, but then at some point i ended up looking at its meaning and, well, thoughts spawned LOL when vitali was looking for a new name after coming out as trans, mikhail ended up suggesting this name for him; he would just throw random suggestions at vitali throughout the day to see which one stuck, and, well, this one did. mikhail thought it would be fitting because it marked a new chapter in vitali's life; and vitali agreed with him. though what mikhail never told him is that he also thought it would be fitting because to him, vitali radiates life; and in a way, back then, vitali was his life because they were just always together and mikhail could not imagine a life without him. and then they didn't see each other for six years so yeah. sorry about that it's also funny because he died that one time. "of life" my ass

dobrynin >> "good, kind"

yeah this one kills me dead. i only found out about this recently when i was looking into some stuff and i think i ascended. unfortunately can't elaborate at the moment but you'll know when you know LMFAO

mikhail >> "who is like god"

fought for my life to come up with this one, nearly named him "ilya" instead <3 mostly just picked it because i liked the sound of it and it fits his face i think?? can't explain that one but just trust me LMFAO its meaning is also interesting because some sources write it like this, and others add a question mark at the end and!! well!! i'm thinking about it!!! of all three of these men, mikhail would be the last to develop a god complex or just any kind of parallel with god which makes it even more insane to think about if god is meant to be unconditional love and forgiveness, then yes, mikhail is like god. but at the same time, with the amount of pain and misery in the world- with the amount of violence mikhail still partakes in in his line of work- i can understand why some would want to add a question mark to this

koshechkin >> from what i could find, something along the lines of "small/cute kitten"

yeah this one's also funny because i usually don't really look at meanings i just go by whether it sounds right or not and this is one of those cases LMFAO when i learned about it for 5 seconds i considered changing his last name but i didn't. i think it's funny. it suits him

[nny11writes]

Ive been playing Star Wars: Racer. Yeah, the n64 game. It has a switch port. Pretty fun. The main loop in the tournament mode is upgrading and repairing your vehicle so you can perform in the more high end races.

Anyway: Street racer Shera au. Catra races to prove she's the best, she tries to repair her own car. Scorpia records *every* race and has a flag saying "best driving cat xoxo :)" on it with a picture of Catra as a cat. Catra hates it.

One day Glimmer shows up with a porsche and beats Catra after a neck and neck race, Catra is so mad she recruits the help of her very off-the-books engineer friend Entrapta who she has never let touch her precious Subaru before. Entrapta says Catra's repeated patchwork jobs have fucked up the car, which hurts Catra's pride, but within three days the thing is repaired and modded with lighter wheels, removed furniture, and an ungodly turbo boost, also she puts refined kerosine in a secondary tank, don't ask.

Anyway Catra and Glimmer, who has also begged her boyfriend to design cute little decal faces for her car, pull up ready to start their rematch, when suddenly an enormous pink limo comes out and blocks the racing path. Out of the car steps Angella, who had weaselled the truth out of Bow, who stands next to her ashamed.

Everyone watches in bewilderment as this tense race gets interrupted by a teenager and her mother yelling at each other about how this ALWAYS happens and she is SO grounded and she only has a learner's insurance for the car anyway so why is she driving alone in the first place.

Okay, so first of all you just unlocked several childhood memories lol. When TPM came out I got super into it and had this awful dorky padawan obi-wan costume from like target that I wore the apprentice braid from until it fell to pieces and played TPM tie in computer game non-stop. So my parents were like, “Huh, neat.” And got us Star Wars: Racer but for the PC (Episode I: Racer? It had a different name I think but that cover art instantly took me back). Anyhow me and my sister took turns playing it and when she convinced me to prank call someone for the first time ever (something she’d also never done) we dialed a random number and just held the phone to the speakers while the game was playing.

The lady called back and left a stern voicemail about prank calls that shamed us so much we actually stopped playing the game afterwards 😂

ANYHOW

I actually like the idea that Catra does basic work on the car decently, but she can probably install mods with some issues and run ins. I wouldn’t trust a street racer who can’t do some work on their own car! (I say having known a small handful of them actually lol, my hometown is notorious for street racing and even my brother in law used to get in on the act) That said, I can see her being one of those people who mis-installs a fancier system of some kind. Like, the new fly wheel works great but Catra fucked up the new muffler system and didn’t realize it because it happened because of something else in the system, ya know? Entrapta would still 100% tell her she fucked up her car because Entrapta is sensitive to the feelings of the vehicles. Catra does not understand what the fuck that means but she’s not gonna ask when Entrapta somehow supercharged her turbo and put in experimental wheels and axels that are light but strong. Catra was excited when she replaced the hood and trunk with carbon because the car was so much lighter and better afterwards. This is that times twelve! Catra swears off self repairs because she literally can’t make heads of tails of it anymore, and also Entrapta wants to.

Glimmer absolutely bought her way into the sport, but it’s her hard work that got her to be a street racer. She used to go to the track and at first just did straight shot races, mostly against herself. She took Bow in it once, and his face was frozen between pure joy and pure terror under the helmet he was forced to wear and borrow by the racetrack. Angella didn’t like her daughter’s hobby, but at least it wasn’t a motorcycle or heaven forbid that dangerous street racing. Glimmer would eventually move up to track racing and then decided to take her skills to the roads and see. Bow is not thrilled by this, but he is an overly supportive boyfriend and will support her hobby gosh darn it!!! He demands that she wear a safety suit and helmet which she does making her look extra dorky compared to the rest but she races well!

When her and Catra face off for the first time it is neck and neck because Catra has more practical knowledge than Glimmer. Both of her car and the streets, but Glimmer’s build up with her car means she has more practiced skills that are too dangerous for drivers to learn on the streets on the fly. Mostly though Glimmer keeps up because of her ability to have thrown money at her fancy car. By the time Catra and Glimmer are ready for their re-match, Catra’s car is now on par with Glimmer’s money machine but Glimmer has been able to spend the time on the roads learning the routes more and becoming more familiar with the feel of street racing.

Mostly thanks to impromptu races, don’t tell her mom.

Except whoopsies! Bow totally crumbled like a house of cards. Glimmer and Catra are old enough, have their full licenses, and really have done nothing wrong as the street races they went against one another in were both sanctioned. Sure, they both do illegal races too but legal ones for big multi-car groups. So when Angella rolls up in her limo and gets in a full out fight with Glimmer there isn’t much that can be done about it. They go head to head again (ignoring everyone else there) and this time Catra beats Glimmer.

Now they have a back and forth going on where they keep facing off under various situations, and eventually end up in a long sanctioned race where you need a copiolt to actually tell you were to go and help out. Bow gets freaked out right before it starts and Angella offers to go in his place.

Look, Glimmer got her love of fast cars from someone.

Catra takes Entrapta as she’s quick, clever, and also knows what to do if the refined kerosine goes sideways.

Over the radio the whole time both teams just bicker with one another and each other, they both end up off the track somehow and are now racing illegally just against one another. The finish is a photo finish, and also filled with cops. Angella pays for everyone’s bail and they go for either a drink or ice cream. They may or may not race one another on the way there too. Bow and Scorpia meet them because “Wow! But also, don’t do that to me again please!”

[kintatsujo]

LoZ AU- The Courage of Running Away Part EIGHT

#AU August

#LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away

So Link makes it through the desert in the caravan’s care, and as promised, Torock sends him ahead to Gerudo Canyon with his son Taro, to meet the third of Tonbo’s uncles.

[Image Description: Safee and Link are walking next to one another.  Safee asks, “So you’re going ahead to see Torock’s brother because your dad’s waiting in Gerudo City?”  “Yeah,” Link says.  Safee covers her mouth with a hand and snorts, putting one hand on Link’s shoulder.  “I hope he has FUN then!” she snickers.  Link stares at her in question.  The scene switches to show Astramorus penned by two Gerudo women about his own age; the taller of the two is taller than him and the shorter is shorter than him.  The taller, looming, grins and asks, “Hey, handsome, can I buy you a Noble Pursuit?”  The other snaps, “BACK OFF Birna I saw him FIRST!”  Astramorus is responding to this with obvious displeasure.  Flowers adorn the background.  A narrative box notes: “Astramorus did not have fun.”  End ID.]

Those two ladies are named Somara and Birna after the canes from Alttp, yes I can do that, and no they don’t care that Astramorus is a piece of shit because they’re the kind of ladies that hit on unsuspecting guys in the middle of the street.  XD  

Obviously Gerudo City isn’t quite the same... .uh.  All that *waves hands* as Gerudo Town in BotW.  (There’s.  There’s a lot of middle-eastern specific orientalism going on there I’m not going into in the middle of an AU fic post except to acknowledge it and say that I’m trying to avoid doing it.)  This is also because these are AU Gerudo whose gender disparity is 1-99 instead of just.  Whatever the fuck nonsense.  

But Link doesn’t get to see all that because he’s going to go meet

UNCLE TURBO

[Image description: A Goron standing in front of a sketchy stable with a horse head built on top.  The Goron looks like he stepped out of the 80s, with shutter shades, fingerless gloves and a sharp mo-hawk hairstyle.  He also has shaggy arms and a tuft of hair on his chest.  He is grinning and adjusting his shades with one hand on his side.]

Yes, Tonbo’s uncles are Torik, Torock and Turbo, no, I have no regrets, Uncle Turbo is the fucking best and I laughed for three days after coming up with him.  He runs a racing minigame!  He’s also where Link is going to get a mount to take him the rest of the way to Hyrule Castle Town.

So Torock leads Taro and Link into the stable, and here is what greets them:

[Image description: A glowing blue unicorn with a white mane.  She has large eyes compared to a normal horse, her horn is a thin and delicate looking spiral, and she has a long tail more like that of a very fluffy cat.  Taro and Turbo discuss this, Taro with a disbelieving frown and Turbo with a grin.  Taro demands, “Uncle Turbo, HOW.”  Turbo answers, “Despite ANYTHING your dad may have told you I am QUITE pure of heart.”  Taro protests: “But can’t they TELEPORT?” Turbo says, “They can indeed!  It’s TUBULAR.” End ID.]

And this was done entirely to pander to my friend @entamewitchlulu​ but I do actually have a justification for how the unicorn works!

1.  The Ancient Bridle and Saddle from BotW allow your horse to teleport to you and also give your horse more stamina, and they’re basically a unicorn costume

2.  This unicorn is basically a friendly spirit that I think Turbo got into his stable by being very, VERY good with his animals.  

Tonbo’s family is made of Super Swell Dudes, is what I’m saying.

Anyway she can’t teleport with someone on her back but she CAN give Link a ride, and after some mini gaming and bribing with treats he’s basically made friends and Isabel, here, is basically this Link’s Epona.

So Link is on HIS way, let’s see what Astramorus is doing:

[Image description: There is a somewhat diverse crowd, made mostly of Gerudo and Hylians.  Through it weave a group of people in somewhat important looking attire, talking to one another as if heard from a distance; Two older Gerudo women, one stockier with darker hair in a ponytail and the other older and more slender with her hair pulled into a half ponytail, a young Gerudo man with a beard and long hair worn more loose, and a person with hair covering half their face in a dark cloak trailing behind.  The older woman is smiling and saying, “You don’t need to clear the whole street, dear.”  The stockier woman replies with a frown, “I think you’ll find that I DO, Chief.”  The older woman asks, “And that achieves enjoying a day at market?”  The camera switches to Astramorus watching them from where he stands at a vendor’s booth.  The vendor, a round faced woman with an afro ponytail topknot, smiles and says, “Oh, look at that, it’s the PRINCE.”  Off panel the stockier woman splutters, “WELL, I--” then switches to “Are you LAUGHING at me, boy?”  This brings the focus onto the young man in the group: He has laughing eyes and a gentle smile he’s partly covering with one hand, bright red hair and beard, dark brown skin, golden earrings and diadem, black, gold and white clothing, and the mark of the Triforce of Power on his hand.  He says, “Yes, Auntie, I am VERY MUCH laughing at you.”  The vendor says, “He’s grown into a FINE youth, hasn’t he?”  Astramorus can only stare in horror.  End ID.]

Well THAT’S not good!

[shegairowmyamo]

How you met Turbo

The first meeting wasn't the most pleasant to say the least, not entirely. Being a new and popular game makes you a threat to Turbo, at first. We all know that Turbo dont like to be upstaged by Newbis so of course he's gonna feel obligated to check out the computision himself. Unlucky for him there seems to be quite the crowd around the entrance to the newly plugged in game. But when he finally got to the front of the crowd of curious 8-bit characters and laid his eyes on the newbie, he instantly knew that this was gonna be an easy win.

His first plan was to try and sway the newby to get them into his grasp of control by convincing them that he was in charge and try to “befriend” them. Mostly by “complimenting” them after the arcaid is closed about their performance during the day. He often sees this with a strained smile on his face and very wide eyes, cinda uncanny but you brush it aside because having the “King” of the arcade as your friend must be a big deal especially if he only associates himself with such a select few. hehe

As Turbo hangs around you more he unknowingly starts to enjoy it, especially the things your game has to offer, one of them being food. Your game is like a jack of many traits in that you can do many things but in a limited way. One of the minigames is a cooking game where the player can choose between three different dishes to create.

There are other minigames asweal like a rhythm type game but with fighting, there are other ones too but you can personally make them yourself.

The more time Turbo spends time with you the more attached he gets and he realizes it too, and it makes him retaliate now remembering his gole and he grows distant. The twins are kinda bummed about it bicus now they have to deal with the gremlin agen, Like they haven't already done that enough. And he seems grumpier than usual. It's kinda unsetoling.

Turbo might be a greedy bitch but he isn't the only greedy bitch on the block because *points to a shady alley* Those 8-bit bitches want a piece of that pie and their solution to doing so is by bullying. This is slowly going to become a psa on anti bullying i swear to mod.

Being a newly plugged in game makes you in their minds a rightful target, just like what Turbo thought at first. So now you have power hungry 8-bit laughing at you and making “jokes” about you very loudly behind your back. circling you like sharks waiting for the blood to spill in their little poulle of hate they have trapped you in, ther “jokes” are rather oblivius so it's natural for a random passerby to hear their crude “jokes”. And one of them just so happens to be Turbo.

Now when Turbo first caught on he thought that you could handle it, he's seen you fight before acros the arcade so this shouldn't be an issue. But the sad look on your face told another story, a story Turbo couldn't understand, at least not in his code. Turbo merely brushed it off but the more he saw you get bullied the more annoyed and angry he got. “why won't you fight?” would lope in his mind every time he encountered the sight, he can't help but think back to all the times he saw you when the players were playing your game before the bullying started. He could see a key difference and he swore that your colors had faded.

But there was one time that really tipped him off to the point it made him outright growol, one time where they took the “joke” a bit too far. He was just gonna walk away like he usually does until a certain sentence made him stop in his tracks.

“Did you really think that the “king” of the arcade would ever be friends with you? Him of all people? He's just using you because your golebol and your game apparently doesn't have a big enuf memory to code in the common knowledge that a no buddy like you doesn't have a chance with a bigshot like Turbo”. All the 8-bit characters laugh in unison making the racers' blood boil. You could see him coming from a mile away, the growing tension made Turbos presens even more omunis of his intentions towards these jerks. You were backed against a corner so there was no place to escape from the upcoming storm of absolut destruction coming your way but it was not directed towards you. The 8-bit bulis noticed the scared expression on your face and first thought that you were scared because of them, that wasn't until they realized that you weren't looking at them but rather behind them. But it was too late, as the middle one looked behind them a fist swiftle came and made contact with their jaw and sent him sprawling to the ground. The other ones scrambled away at the sight while the one on the ground trying to crawl away to safety but Turbo wasn't done yet. He had quite the colorful words to say to the now quivoring 8-bit character, and they were very colorful.

After that little debacle Turbo left you but not without telling you a few uplifting things first.

When he leaves you, your left bamboozled. But it's safe to say that this might be the outcome of a potential friendship, if you're stubborn enough.

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Your Burger🍔 Peter Parker x Reader (Friends)

Request: None 

Pronouns: They/Them 

Word Count: 1004

Warnings: None :)

“Welcome to Your Burger. Burgers so good you’ll want to say they're yours. What would you like today?” 

Y/N held back their laughter as Peter gave a fake smile. When Ned had said they should go to a new burger place in the city with him, they didn’t think that they would see Peter. Especially, not thinking they would see Peter as he was now. Dressed in a clean blue and white striped shirt with a squeaky bow tie. Along with black shorts and roller skates.  

It was a bright Friday afternoon. The fast food place had just finished the lunch rush. It was practically empty except the older couples that were still eating. At the front doors, the “Grand Opening” sign was still pasted on the glass. 

Inside, the walls were a soft blue and the table tops matched the color. The whole room had a 60′s feel to it. The tiles white with the occasional gray one intersecting in the pattern. All the waiters either wore shorts or skirts, but they all had on the same type of roller skates. Clean and white with glittery, grey wheels. 

Y/n reached out and squeezed the black bow tie. With a loud squeak both y/n and Ned bursted into laughter. Tears forming at the eyes, practically screaming. 

“Fine customer, unfortunately you are not allowed to touch the uniform.” Peter groaned. He could feel the heat climbing it’s way up to his cheeks. I knew this would happen.

“And both of you shut up.” 

“But...but when...when did you,” Y/N wheezed out. 

People were starting to crane their necks to stare at their booth. Peter moved his foot to start tapping it but forgot he was in roller skates. He dropped the notepad he was holding and grabbed onto the table. It jerked forward, the napkin holder tipping over. Leaving the table littered with white paper sheets. With that the two began laughing even more. 

“You two are going to get me fired.” Peter whispered, frantically arranging the napkins back into their holder. 

“When did you start working here? Why?” Ned asked. 

He kept giggling as he remembered how loud the squeak of Peter’s bowtie was. 

“After that last flare up Tony said I should lay low, so I picked up a job.” 

Now Y/N was interested. “Do you mean that thing with Turbo? The dude who was so mad that he lost a car race that he modified and let a bunch of cars loose in the city.” Y/N asked. 

“Yeah,” Peter replied, “Everyone was in school, but Tony needed me to stop the cars. Afterwards he said in order for me to help more I have to have an excuse for why I disappear. It’s not good if the school keeps calling Aunt May.” 

“Just say you’re having feminine problems. That’s what my cousin does.” Ned suggested. 

Y/N stared at him and Peter gave him a concerned look. 

“We’ll come back to that later.” Y/N trailed. “Aren’t you going to take our order?” 

Peter nodded and picked up his notebook. He flipped to a new page. Dropping his head slightly a pen fell from behind his ear, landing on the notebook. 

“Oh, yeah. Welcome to Your Burger. Burgers so good you’ll want to say they're yours. What would you like today?” 

“Can I have the Deceiving Chicken Tenders with fries and water?” Y/N chimed. 

“And can I have the Pants On Fire Burger with extra lettuce and lemonade.” Ned added. 

Peter wrote everything down in his notepad and told the two that he would be back with their food. Although Ned and Y/N were still hungry their focus had moved on from the food to see if Peter had any roller skating skills. 

“I’ve never seen him roller-skate before.” Y/N whispered. 

“Me neither,” Ned whispered back. 

They watched as Peter scooched his way to the back of the fast food place. He had a death grip on anything that provided him balance and used the empty tables to push off of. It was clear that Peter - in fact- did not have roller skating skills. 

The food was done in 5 minutes, but it took Peter another ten minutes to get it to their table. It took everything in Y/N to hold in their laughter. Ned just pretended to be really interested in the menu. Dropping the tray onto the table Peter nodded happily in achievement. 

“That wasn’t so bad for being here two weeks.” 

“You’ve been working here for three weeks!” Both Y/N and Ned exclaimed, confused. 

“Yup!” Peter cheered. He bent down a bit and lowered his voice. “Isn’t it cool, I’m a waiter by day and a superhero by night. Except I mostly patrol during the day because I have school so I need to sleep. But that doesn’t matter.” 

Ned smiled and did the handshake with Peter. 

“I’m proud of you Peter. You work with the Tony Stark, fight crime, go to school, and wait tables. All at the same time! Isn’t that cool y/n?” Ned grinned. 

Ned turned at looked y/n who was in their own world. Happily eating chicken tenders. 

“I know they’re proud too.” Peter replied. “What are you guys doing after this? My shift ends soon.” 

“We were going to go to the park before it gets dark. Then I was going to take y/n to their house.” 

“By the time you're done eating my shift will be over. I’ll come with, and don’t worry. The food’s on the house.” 

“Who knew being your friend would come with so many perks!” Y/N exclaimed. 

“Too bad it didn’t come with roller skating skills…” Ned joked. 

That caused another round of extreme laughter. This time, even the couple at the table near them began to chuckle. 

“You're lucky I care about you guys.” Peter groaned. He didn’t take what they said seriously though. 

“And we care about you too.” Y/N replied. “Now hurry and clock out, I brought the frisbee!” 

Author’s Note: Soo I wrote in third person instead of first so that’s new and the mistake I made on this imagine was that I forgot Ned’s name so for the whole rough draft I put that it was Nate. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed this one. The next post will def be a OMB character. Y’all know Ruby is my boo but maybe I’ll write a part two for the Latrelle imagine. It’s been so hot where I live that I would love to write about the snow.  Please like, follow, and remember requests are open! I hope you have a wonderful day ~c’ k